fall in love with Echizen

After that day, I studied, ate and slept as usual.The wound on the mouth also healed, so I took off the mask.

I feel that the atmosphere between me and Ryoma has undergone a subtle change, but after careful consideration, I can't tell what the change is.

Anyway, business as usual.

"Have you read the newspaper?" Umetaro Nozaki suddenly asked me after class.

I turned around and wondered, "What newspaper?"

Yui also turned around curiously: "What is it?"

Isamu Fukashi ran away too early.

Umetaro Nozaki said with a blank expression, "It's the one about the Seigaku Tennis Club, and it specifically shows the first-year freshman Echizen Ryoma."

I recalled: "Oh, is that the wrong photo?"

Yui leaned over: "What what?"

I simply explained a few words: "It's just that the newspaper published it wrongly, making Ryoma's photo a senior in their club."

"...Isn't this terrible? The newspaper has to apologize in the next issue, right?" Yui said.

I thought for a while: "I'm not sure, it should be."

Umetaro Nozaki: "It's really a serious work mistake... But it's not like someone really worships that person as Echizen, right?"

I laughed and waved my hand: "How is that possible? Ryoma has only played a few games. Such fans, at least you have to enter the national competition to have them."

Yui: "That's not necessarily the case. It seems that many people pay attention to this kind of tennis game...even if they are only junior high school students."

I was shocked: "Really!?"

"Of course, don't underestimate this tennis team." Umetaro Nozaki was expressionless.

Tiantuan...

I:"……"

"And what's more! Last time, there were people from other schools inquiring about our school's tennis club!" Yui beeped softly, "I've met them, she asked me if I knew Tezuka Kunimitsu, and wanted to hand over a love letter."

I was surprised again: "Really!?"

Umetaro Nozaki sighed, "Unfortunately, I'm in the basketball club."

I paused, hesitated and said: "...Life in middle school is like this, how about high school?"

Nozaki: "Accurately speaking, high school is the correct opening posture for girls."

I have been dating since middle school: "Hi."

Yui, who has been dating since elementary school: "That's not it."

Nozaki Umetaro: "..."

He remained silent for a moment with a wooden face, and said, "I heard that the basketball department is recruiting short-term cheerleaders recently."

Change the subject? ...cheerleaders?

Me: "So?"

Nozaki: "So, due to the need to take up club time for training, some clubs have heavy tasks, so not many people sign up. I was thinking that your reading department, Ewha, is so watery... No, you are so easy-going, you should be able to go."

I:"………"

has been connoted.

Yui interjected: "Why does the basketball team have cheerleaders, but not other ball games?"

Nozaki propped his chin: "We didn't have any at first. But in the last competition, the opposing school had it, so we just watched it. Maybe it was for the sake of face. Anyway, next time they say they will have a cheerleading team, they will disband after finishing this competition."

I thought: "...is there a height requirement?"

Nozaki was silent for a moment: "Everyone is short. Do you have any misunderstandings about girls in Japanese middle schools? They won't be much taller than you."

I thought about it, I have never been to the cheerleaders, I only see the cheerleaders in TV dramas, usually accompanied by countless love affairs...

Me: "Okay, let's try."

Yui: "Hey! Ewha, please work hard! My club is very busy and I won't go."

Me: "Well!"

Umetaro Nozaki slowly took out the drawing paper, and said perfunctorily, "Come on—I hope to see you on the basketball court."

At noon, I went to the rooftop, but the dragon horse came late today, and he was not there when I arrived.

I finished a few mouthfuls of the bread I brought, but Ryoma still didn't come.

I:"……?"

Although... it's hard to sleep without his backpack.

I hugged my knees and waited for a while before the door opened.

The dark-green-haired boy closed the door behind his back with his backpack on his back, panting slightly.

I looked up and complained: "You are so slow. Why are you so slow today?"

"...the physical education teacher dragged the class." He paused, then said, putting down his backpack.

I looked and saw that the boy's face was covered with sweat, probably after washing his face, many drops of water stained the dark green hair tips, his cheeks were a little blush after exercising, and the amber color seemed to be washed and moisturized.

His chest heaved slightly, and he was panting.

Me: "Have you brought a towel?"

Ryoma: "No need."

As he spoke, he began to stretch his legs beside him to relieve his muscles.

I put my chin on my knees and looked at him.

The teenager stretched every inch of his muscles because of the leg press, and the breath he exhaled seemed to be scalding hot.

Ryoma pulled his legs slowly, his drooping eyelashes covered the amber color, and his head was lowered. I looked at it and had a flash of inspiration: "Last time you helped me press my legs, this time I will help you!"

Hearing this, Longma raised his head, and the water dropped across his jawline and fell to the ground, making a dark dot: "...?"

I patted the floor beside me: "Come on, come on, let me try."

Long Ma pursed his lips: "...Are you serious? Wrong tactics will not only not alleviate, but also aggravate."

I'm not worried: "It's not about you, you can correct it in time, come on, come on."

Ryoma twitched the corner of his mouth: "Do you think I'm your toy? And I'm not tired or sore at all, so I don't need to press it."

I'm not affected by his words: "I want to press, can I?"

Ryoma: "..."

……

Finally agreed to let me press.

I approached him eagerly, knelt on the ground, Ryoma just sat casually, legs straight, raised his eyes to stare at me: "..."

I said seriously, "It's about to start."

Ryoma: "...Hurry up."

"Oh." I agreed, holding his calf with my hand, and the touch under my palm made me fall into deep thought, "Hmm...it's a muscle!"

Ryoma: "..."

I tried pinching and pressing, and found that it was very difficult to pinch because his leg muscles still hadn't fully relaxed.

I couldn't help but patted his leg: "Relax, you're affecting my work, sir."

Longma raised his eyebrows: "...Really."

I continued to press, and he did relax a lot, at least there will be no magical situation where he can't even pinch.

A thin layer of tight muscles.

Me: "That's right, I'm just a small business. I'm the only one who runs this massage shop. If you want to be a VIP, sir, it's okay for me."

"..." Ryoma stretched out his hand to hold my wrist, and I was forced to stop. He took my hand and moved it to another position on my leg, "Press here."

"Okay." He let go, and I continued to press.

Ryoma: "If you run a massage shop, do you need to give me money?"

I was puzzled: "I'm a massager, you should give me money."

Longma sneered: "It's a very good result for your technology."

Me: "Sir, you can insult me, but not my technology."

Long Ma said lightly: "Just tell the truth."

Me: "Slightly."

After the role-playing was over, I pressed it seriously, and there was a picky person beside me.

Ryoma: "The strength is too small, use your strength."

I immediately exerted my milking strength.

Ryoma: "The direction is wrong, you should exert force in that direction."

I silently changed the direction of my strength.

Ryoma: "Well...can you stop pressing your calf all the time?"

I:"……"

As soon as I pressed the boy's knee, he bent his leg slightly uncontrollably.

I immediately pressed him down: "Don't move."

Ryoma: "..."

I slowly rubbed his thighs, because the shorts Ryoma was wearing could easily touch the skin directly.

My legs after exercising are icy and cold, which makes my hands look like warm baby stickers.

Ryoma was silent for a few seconds: "Just press here, don't go any further."

I retorted: "Who do you think I am! Of course I won't eat your tofu!"

Ryoma seemed speechless for a while: "...I didn't mean this."

I hummed and pressed for a while, and stopped when I was so tired: "Okay, okay, I'm done. How is it?"

Turning his head and bumping into Ryoma's drooping cat pupils, he pondered for a moment: "Normal."

I shook my hands and said weakly: "I feel so tired from the massage, my hands are so sore."

"Because you are very weak." Longma chuckled, retracted his feet and sat cross-legged, rested, he was no longer panting, "Go to sleep."

I shook my hand again, still sore, and remained silent for a while.

Ryoma was about to lazily lie down to sleep, and I held his hand when he was about to lie down.

Ryoma could only stop: "...what's wrong."

Me: "My hands are so sore."

Ryoma looked elsewhere, then looked back suspiciously: "It's normal. Just rest for a while. So?"

I emphasized: "It's very sour right now. It's so sour that I can't even sleep well."

"..." Ryoma slowly realized, "Didn't you press it yourself?"

I nodded: "Yes. I want you to press it now."

Ryoma frowned: "...huh?"

I put my hands in front of him: "I want you to press."

"..." Ryoma looked at the hands I put in front of his eyes, and then raised his eyes to stare at me again.

Longma: "Pear Blossom, you are still confident. How did you do it?"

I said honestly, "Because you are my boyfriend, I treat you like this."

Longma raised his eyebrows: "Then do I want to thank you?"

I can."

Ryoma: "..."

……

In the end, I still agreed, even though I took my wrist with a stinky face.

But when pinching, Ryoma eased his brows and eyes, and his lower eyes were really pinching seriously.

I squinted in comfort, his hand was so warm it felt like I was sinking into a warm pillow.

Ryoma pressed my palm and fingers: "You really don't have any calluses at all."

"Everyone doesn't. Except you guys who play tennis." I said, adding, "That's not right, I have writing cocoons!"

"Where?" Ryoma picked my fingers away but couldn't find them on the middle finger. He pinched my hands one by one and found them: "Is it actually on the ring finger...Your posture for holding the pen is not correct."

Me: "When the kindergarten teacher taught me, I made mistakes and got used to it."

"Oh." He said calmly, but his fingertips lightly rubbed the writing cocoon.

I couldn't help curling my fingers, but he pinched me and couldn't move: "Hahahaha, don't touch the writing cocoon, it's a bit itchy."

"Is that so?" Ryoma suddenly smiled viciously, and rubbed the same place again.

Me: "Wait, wait, it's really itchy!"

It's strange, I don't feel anything when I touch it myself, but itches when others rub it.It's not cocoon itching, but the transitional skin itching around the cocoon.

Me: "If you do this again, I will do the same to you next time you hold hands. You have a lot of calluses."

Ryoma: "..."

Longma lowered his head and squeezed, didn't speak, and I had nothing to say, except to tell him not to press the painful tendons.

and……

Me: "...Did you use too much strength! It hurts!"

Ryoma blinked the cat pupil: "It's just normal strength."

After finishing speaking, I pressed the root of my finger firmly.

Me: "...It really hurts, hey!"